Never Love An Outlaw (Deadly Pistols MC #1)(37)

I rolled my tongue across his cock and moved my lips up and down. Alternating tender teases and furious strokes was new to me. The last few months, I'd sucked men off as hard as I could, anything to make them finish and leave me the hell alone.

But with Skin, I took my time, relishing every hitch in his breath, every curse, every time I felt his full, muscular frame ripple underneath my hands. I grabbed his thighs for support, forcing my mouth down deeper as he snarled.

“Fuck, f*ck, f*ck.” He growled the same rough word in staccato bursts, urging me to suck him deeper. “You keep that up, babe, and I'll give you a mouthful of come. That's what you want, isn't it, you sweet little slut?”

God. My legs tightened like vices and I flicked my tongue across him harder still.

Men had called me all kinds of terrible things in the trucker spa, until I grew numb to their words. But Skins' sweet and spice reminded me what it was like to feel dirty and enjoy it. It was only the start too, the very beginning of all the filthy, twisted things I wanted him to do to me.

“Don't you f*cking answer me with anything but those lips,” he said, his voice getting deeper with his pleasure. “I want to shoot off in you, wipe away every last trace of that miserable piece of shit I killed. I want you thinking about my dick morning, noon, and night, Meg. I want you to remember my hands, my tongue, all over your tight little body long after this clubhouse is just a distant memory.”

I moaned, all I could do not to come completely unraveled.

“Suck. Harder. Show me how bad you want it, woman. I want you to rob every goddamned drop of seed out of these balls with your spitfire tongue.”

Sweet Jesus. His words made my entire body throb, flogged me from the inside out to do everything he commanded.

It wasn't hard with my * burning me alive. Something about this man did terrible things to my body. I imagined f*cking him, giving up the precious thing I'd kept through my hell.

I knew I'd lost my mind, but I didn't f*cking care. Not with my lips wrapped around him, drawing out his pleasure, thinking about how wonderful his power would feel between my legs, slamming me into the mattress. I wanted to give him my virginity without asking anything for it, not his money, his life, or even his love.

I went into overdrive. I used every trick I'd ever learned with my mouth for pleasing a man, giving him a whirlwind of lips and teeth and tongue. All while I completely lost it, shoving my hand down my pants, moaning with my mouth full of his cock when I found my swollen clit and felt the wetness he'd summoned, turning my panties into a ruined mess.

“Oh, Meg. Shit. Don't you f*cking stop for anything, baby. I'm gonna give you what you're craving. Fuck it out of me,” he growled, jerking my face up and down his length, merging me into his powerful strokes. “Fuck it out of me with your tongue. Show me how much you love it. I wanna watch you swallow every damned drop while you frig your little clit to the moon.”

I did, with pleasure.

The next few seconds he swelled in my mouth, so impossibly big I thought he'd hurt me. He roared and shook from head to toe as he tensed up and emptied himself into me, f*cking my mouth in swift, desperate strokes, flooding my mouth with so much come I couldn't take it all.

He spilled out my lips. I swallowed everything I could manage, every jet he sent hurling down my throat. Not that it was easy to focus with my fingers working overdrive between my legs, pushing me to the brink – and then straight into free fall.

He swelled, erupted, filled me with hot, musky seed shooting across my tongue. His climax overflowed, grunt by grunt, and I moaned into the flood of come.

I came with a mouthful of his cock, his come. I felt his warmth and his energy radiating across me as my own body exploded, shaking and moaning and sweating in heavy, tense ripples. My climax opened up a hole in the world underneath me and swallowed us both.

For a couple of beautiful minutes, I found total release from everything I'd suffered, a completion in Skin, my feminine canvas glowing in his masculine stars.

He made me feel everything he'd offered before, but this time there were no barriers, no holding back.

We came together, long and hard.

I only started cleaning the sticky mess he'd left dripping down my neck when he finally pulled out, sliding one hand across my face, a softer touch than he'd ever used before.

“Look at me, babe,” he ordered, when I'd finally wiped most of it up.

For a second, I hesitated. I worried how I'd feel when I finally met his eyes again, scared that we'd just made a huge f*cking mistake.

But when our eyes connected, there was no regret, no terror. No ifs, ands, or buts.

“That was amazing,” I sighed, smiling as I gave his softening cock one last rub.

“Was?” He cocked his head, looking at me like he really didn't understand. “Stand the f*ck up.”

I bounced up and he wrapped his arms around me. His face came in close and he inhaled my scent, breathing through my hair, entangled yet again with his strong, incredible fingers.

“Yeah, I mean, it's over now...we have to get on with all the other stuff. Right?” I'd never sounded so nervous with a man after having him naked.

But Skin was the first man in ages to make me come, and the only one who'd done it with such an intensity, without even touching me directly between my legs. He'd done it with his energy, his strength, whatever strange spell he had over my body.